Surviving Winter~ Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

It was a dandelion March
Guiltless as a new born child
Boundless as the infinite sky
Yet unfathomnable as the wild;
It was a buttercup April
With depths sweeping and wide
With many a naked flower
Having no need to hide;
It was a daffodil May
As planters come - as planters go
It was pure Springtime
In a brilliantly lit show;
It was the Vic in Victory
The overcoming of the frost
The marrying of a new season
With no seedlings lost;


By, Theodora Onken

April 8,2013


Spring and the upkeep of yards
Our lawn once a beautiful Bermuda
Has been seeded with a weed of the Nettle family
We are the only yard who has it. Begins and ends in our yard.
Nursery man says it was deliberately seeded.